All language subtitles for Taggart s14e02 Out of Bounds

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

last week.

He was under the tree.

Or buried beside it, I would say.

When the roots came up, they brought the
bones with them.

How long's he been there?

A long time.

I bet this has made you quite a hero.

I lost the house to the race.

House?

Glencoe House.

By two points because I was last to
finish.

I had to speak to whoever's in charge.
If you have any information... I most

certainly do. I know who that is. He's
an old friend of mine.

Not that I ever knew him, of course. He
disappeared in 1939.

Fleming's my name, head of the history
department.

Well done, Jackson.

Well done.

Could that be the weapon?

Fractured skull?

It could be.

Consider it of the murder to leave it
for us, hmm?

Sir, there's a master who believes he
knows who this is.

Murder weapon and an identification?

If our luck holds, we could have a
confession before today's out.

Zwanziger collected these. They were his
hobby, his passion.

Can you give me his name again?

Friedrich Zwanziger. He was Bavarian, a
teacher of German and Latin in the

school from 1923 to 1939.

He would have been interned at the start
of the war, but he disappeared.

This was his magnum opus.

The definitive work on European beetles.

Unfinished. He left it behind, open, on
this desk.

This was his chair, too. His coat was
hanging on the back, just there.

He got into his car on a beautiful
summer afternoon and never came back.

The car?

A 1929 Lee Francis.

It was found on the edge of Souter's
Wood.

Well, they were all... sorts of rumours
that he'd escaped back to Nazi Germany

or that he went to work as a spy for
MI5.

I knew when we found him it wouldn't be
far away.

Really? Call it an amateur detective's
hunch.

Was he a popular man?

A German in 1939?

Your colleague's right.

And these boxes are full of his notes,
archives to do with his period at the

school. I've been through them, but
there's nothing of any relevance.

Did he play cricket, Mr Fleming?

What made you mention cricket?

Occasionally, I have hunches, too.

A 60 -year -old murder case?

No, thanks.

Don't you see it as a child?

Well... You could put Fraser in charge.

Make it like a homework exercise for
him.

You missed your vacation.

Had to be a good schoolmaster, didn't
you?

I'm sorry.

All right.

It was my fault.

Finding a body wasn't enough.

You could have been the second one to
do.

They're part of my ecosystem project.

Oh, right.

I was just going to release them over
there.

I have my own theory about who killed
Mr. Swansinger.

I'd be glad to hear it.

I think a secret society of pupils
conspired to murder him.

That's one of the border town legends,
anyway.

Well, I hope the snails haven't suffered
from their experience.

I should have looked where I was going.

I'll note your theory.

What have you got?

It's a Latin inscription.

It'll take me nearly an hour to work it
out.

Why would someone carve a Latin
inscription onto a cricket bat?

Why not?

Dulce et decorum est.

Good or something.

Pro patria moria.

For your father?

Just admit.

Latin wasn't your subject.

You know, there must be a teacher at
Bordedown School who could translate

It is sweet and

fitting to die for one's country.

Didn't know you were a Latin scholar,
sir.

It's Horace.

One doesn't become a member of the Board
of Governors of Bordedown School for

nothing. Oh, I didn't know, sir.

How did you become a governor, sir?

I was asked.

If it is Van Zinger, the perpetrator's
either dead or over 70.

What's your point?

We have more pressing business, sir.

Murder isn't pressing.

We investigate.

The fiscal decides whether there's
enough evidence for a conviction.

To the extent of tracing every boy who
was at the school in 1939?

Sir, that would be an impossible task.

Haven't either of you ever heard of an
alumni association?

Fraser, have you ever heard of an alumni
association?

It's an association sort of former
pupils.

Alumni is actually the Latin for foster
children.

Why, sir?

Never mind, Fraser.

There are 206 bones in the human
skeleton, each and every one of them

telling a story.

So anything you can tell us about this
fellow Spanziger would be very useful.

It's definitely a male skeleton.

Brow ridge is very prominent.

Definitely a male pelvis.

I've done some forensic pathology.

Well, now, from the long bones, I
estimate the height at 176

centimetres.

Spanziger was 178 centimetres.

His passport's in the school archives.

Oh, not far off.

What's that hole in the cheek?

A bullet wound.

No, no, no, no.

No small -time artefact.

Possibly a fistulous track caused by a
tooth infection.

Now then, from the surface of the pelvic
bones, that part we call the pubic

symphysis, I've put the age at... her
mid -forties. And Svansiga was 43.

A healed fracture on the left
acetabulum. Now that interests me

had a war wound from the First World
War.

He got an iron cross, you know.

Sorry to break in, gentlemen.

But I think we've definitely identified
the remains of those of Svansiga.

Just as we were beginning to enjoy
ourselves.

Thank you.

You let the house down, Jackson.

Let me see your bed.

You're a champion after all.

Champion bed wetter.

This is a very fine claret from Pomerol.

Notice the deep colour.

Mmm.

Comforting ripe smell. The essence of a
great wine.

A pleasant bouquet, sir.

Sorry we lost the race, sir.

You three didn't lose it.

In my day as a pupil here, we had a
different calibre of boy.

Eleven years running, we won the James
Leishman Cup.

Cheers, sir.

Well, the boy who murdered Mrs.
Ranziger, stand up now.

As you all know, this is the end of an
era.

A few weeks, I shall be retiring.

Board of Governors have appointed Miss
Kennedy, the new head of Borderdown

School, and I'm sure you'll all join
with me in wishing her well.

Next year, for the first time in its
illustrious history, Borderdown will be

admitting girls.

So, all of you who are returning...

I'd better acquaint yourselves with the
chemical formula C19H2802.

But come on.

Anybody tell me what 19 atoms of carbon,
28 of hydrogen and 2 of oxygen make?

No?

Mr. Halliday, you're the senior science
master. Perhaps you can tell us what the

chemical formula C19H2802 means.

I'm not sure, headmaster.

It's too early in the morning for me.

It's too early in the morning for Mr.
Halliday.

Come on, boys.

Butterflies have it.

Birds have it.

You all have it.

Even Mr.

Meeklejohn has it.

Testosterone.

On a serious note, Miss Dixon, the
catering manageress, informs me that we

a mouse.

in the school.

A two -legged, very large, very
dexterous mouse.

If I catch any boy stealing in this
school from the kitchens or anywhere

they'll be gated for a period of three
weeks.

I don't think testosterone is a subject
fit for morning assembly.

They've all got it.

Might as well know what it's made of.

Is this the way you intend to go out?

I came into teaching this way, Nicola.
While you were still playing with your

dolls. You're a dinosaur, Charles.

Well, they lasted 100 million years.

They couldn't have been that expensive.

What were your school days like?

I hated them.

Miss Dixon?

I wonder if I could have a word in
private, please.

What's something said?

About the pilfering, yes.

No, it wasn't that I wanted to talk to
you about.

I'll come straight to the point.

It's your dress sense.

I realize you're new here and maybe
don't appreciate the ethos of the

establishment.

I hope you don't take offense.

Just perhaps a little less showing off
the attributes.

Do we understand each other?

Thank you.

Here's the pupil register for 1939, also
the school magazine for that year, and

the current membership of the Alumni
Association.

Good luck.

Oh, thanks.

Oh, it's such a pity so many schools
have dropped Latin.

It's an intellectual discipline.

Boys who learn it have a richer
vocabulary.

Hello again.

Hope your snails weren't too
traumatised.

This is my friend, Robin Mowat.

He's a daisy.

Really? It's a border -down slang for
day pupil.

We were wondering if you'd agree to be
interviewed on the school radio station.

It'll only take ten minutes this
evening.

Kind of crime watch item.

I don't know. It only goes out locally
in the Glasgow area.

We'll let you decide the questions.

You're not bashful, are you?

Oh, it's very high -tech.

Kennedy began it to make the pool more
accessible.

It's got nearly a quarter million
listeners in the Glasgow area.

The pupils run it on a router basis.

We do music programmes, art programmes,
interviews, just like a professional

radio station.

Beats prep.

There was Borderdown's very own jazz
band, Hoagie and the Handbag Man,

performing a composition entitled Blue
Moon.

This is Borderdown FM.

the voice of Scotland's greatest
independent school, broadcasting to all

culture -starved people out there.

Here is Where Is That?

This is your host for the next hour,
Mark Jackson.

Techno -twiddler in the studio tonight
is Robin Mowat, the undisputed king of

the knobs.

Now, I have with me in the studio
tonight Detective Sergeant Jackie Reed,

leading the inquiry into the brutal
slaying of her Friedrich Spanziger, a

at the school in the halcyon years
before the Second World War.

Good evening.

Let me ask you first, dear, what kind of
response are you expecting from the

public?

Well, we'd like to think there's someone
out there with a good memory.

After all, this murder happened nearly
60 years ago. And do you honestly expect

to catch someone after this length of
time?

Well, I don't think he could run away
very fast, do you?

So, do you have any motive to go on?

Well, we're keeping an open mind at the
moment.

But let's not forget, he was a German
national working in this country in 1939

when passions were running high.

Do you think the murderer was a pupil?

I don't know.

Caught for speculation, but could just
as easily have been a master.

But as I say, I'm keeping an open mind.

Now, next year, Borderdown's becoming co
-educational and admitting girls.

As a woman, what advice would you give
them?

Oh, that's a tricky question. Be robust.

Keep a sense of humour.

Do you think it's a good thing for
Borderdown?

I think it's a very good thing.

And with the...

So many good -looking boys. I imagine
there's a few girls out there who think

it's a good thing, too.

Come.

Ah, dear Sir Keith, a borderline school
is an educational establishment. It

exists for that purpose. It is not a
knocking shop.

I didn't imply it was, sir. The first
intake of girls is a difficult enough

transition without your suggesting to
prospective parents that their daughters

are going to one of Scotland's most
distinguished schools in order to get

You obviously didn't listen to it, sir.

Mrs. McVitie did.

With respect, sir, Mrs. McVitie must
have got the wrong end of the stick.

My wife never gets hold of the wrong end
of anything.

And another thing.

It is customary to get permission before
giving interviews of any kind.

It was only a school's radio station,
sir.

And a murder that happened 60 years ago.

The Second World War happened 60 years
ago and the guilty are still being

punished.

There's a difference in scale, sir.

So one life isn't worth anything at all.
Is that what you're telling me?

No home to go to, Mr Fleming.

Harry!

What was it Voltaire said? History is
little else than a picture of human

and misfortunes.

Look at this.

The Head's Punishment Book from 1939.

Records all the floggings from that
year.

I remember a few of those at my school.

Didn't mean no harm.

Nor me here.

Good night, Harry.

Good night.

Hey, I'm in here. Let me out.

Open this door.

Colton, did you put that padlock on my
fridge?

What padlock?

Someone's been interfering in my
kitchen. I can't get into the fridge and

staff have breakfast to prepare.

I don't interfere in your kitchen.

Well, can you break it off for me,
please?

I was with him only two nights ago.

He was obsessed and wanted to know who
murdered his predecessor.

Zwanziger wasn't his predecessor.

They were separated for 60 years.

Surely there can't be a connection?

That's your task.

Mine's a lot easier.

I'd say he died of hypothermia.

Jackie, look at this.

Does that mean what I think it means?

It says this place is terrible.

Who wrote it in there?

It wasn't there before last night.

Well, I'd have noticed it.

Do you know why Mr Fleming might have
been in your kitchen late at night?

There's been some pilfering.

Food. Well, I can only assume it was
him.

You can't trust a master.

Who can you trust?

Exactly.

Look, Miss Jardine, this is a boarding
school.

I have 350 boys to feed three times a
day. That's over 1 ,000 meals.

I'm afraid the kitchens are going to
have to remain closed for at least all

today.

Tell me, what time did you go home last
night?

About 8 .30.

I live in the school grounds. A cottage
goes with the job.

And how long have you worked here?

Nearly four months.

Mr Fleming was in the habit of helping
himself late at night.

You wouldn't know about it?

The only person who might is Mr Fulton,
the head janitor.

He prowls about at all hours.

It is. It's one of mine.

It's a copy of a Great Western Railway
four -lever padlock.

I don't understand why it came to be on
Miss Dixon's fridge.

Where did you keep it?

In this drawer here.

You collect these things over the years.

Now, these are all genuine.

This one is a German Abbas padlock. I
forget where this one comes from, but

a Belfry brand four -lever with key
cover.

Mr Filton, do you keep this room locked?

Oh, religiously.

There was an occasion about four weeks
ago when somebody broke in and stole a

pair of handcuffs.

They were hanging up there.

Handcuffs? They belonged to my father.
He was a policeman.

Nice pair they were.

I've always been interested in locks and
keys.

So whoever stole the handcuffs could
have stolen the padlock?

It's possible.

What time did you leave Mr Fleming last
night?

It was 10 .05. I looked at the clock.

He'd found something that interested him
in the school archives.

The headmaster's punishment book for
1939.

Some people get excited about the
strangest things.

The punishment book.

Look what month it's turned to.

June 1939.

The month Wanziger was murdered.

One master investigating the murder of
another.

They both disappear from this very
study.

This chair.

They both leave their jackets hanging.
Are you trying to give me the creeps,

Drew? You have to admit, it's pretty
weird.

Oh, this is a weird school.

What date did Svansika go missing?

The 14th.

Well, the day before, a boy called Frank
Gordon was beaten six times for not

completing his punishment exercise.

Oh, the master who administered it was
FZ.

Can't have been many teachers whose
initials were FZ.

Well, they looked a bit.

Frank Gordon wasn't exactly his
favourite pupil.

Douglas Fleming was one of my closest
friends.

Good teacher.

I was his housemaster back in the 60s
when he was a boy here at Glencoe House.

All our houses are named after Highland
passes, Mr Jardine. How long had he

taught at Borderdale?

14 years.

He also ran the school local history
society.

It gave a lot of its time to radio
border time. As a mark of respect,

should be cancelled for the rest of the
day. I don't think many of the masters

will have the stomach to continue.

There's a party of parents and their
daughters coming to look round at three.

We'll cancel that too. We don't want to
upset the little things, do we?

I'll take you down to the library. You
can conduct your interviews there.

Just one more thing, Mr Brown. Is Latin
still taught at the school?

It was abolished three years ago.

One of a number of modernising measures.

Against my judgment.

Whose judgment was it?

The Board of Governors.

Latin was my subject.

I phoned it.

Phoned what?

Who killed Mr Svanziger in 1939?

Fraser, we've got a murder that happened
here this morning.

Michael, I think you should look at
this.

The boy who was given these was beaten
by Svanziger six times on the day before

the murder.

And not only then, but dozens of times
going back over two years. It looks like

they were the last straw.

So what am I supposed to believe?

A boy comes back from the dead to carry
on his Latinx or something?

He did a regular local history spot for
the radio station.

Fleming's Fancy, we called it.

What sort of subject did he talk on?

Archaeology, old graveyards, parish
registers, you name it.

Mr Milligan.

Alex Milligan.

That's right.

You don't remember me?

Should I?

Glenbank High School.

Fraser!

Donald Fraser!

Stuart.

Small world.

I made something of you, then. I made
something of myself.

You were no great athlete on the sports
field, I seem to recall.

Of course, I wasn't in this, then.

When did that happen?

A dive that went wrong, hit the side of
the board on the way down.

So, what questions have you got for me?

How well did you know Mr Fleming?

We were both old boys here.

Old Glencoers.

Though I was two years below him. He
went to university when he left.

I went into the Scots Guards.

You must have passed muster to get into
the police force.

I was the late developer.

Glad to see you developed into a man.

All those years at Glenbank, you made my
life hell.

The past ten haven't exactly been
paradise for me.

You're very resourceful, Jack.

I learnt it from my uncle. He was in
catering. Used to call it the fourth

emergency service.

My day was mince.

I can make that too, if you prefer.

Pick that up, Jackson.

news there was a murder at the school?

Mr. Fleming, the history master.

The police are interviewing everybody.

Even my husband?

Even Mr. Milligan.

Would you like a beer?

Yeah.

Stops Alex drinking it.

So is it someone inside the school?

Looks like it.

Just don't think of something like that
happening at a school like Borderdown,

do you?

Do you feel cold enough?

It's fine, thanks.

Have you heard from your parents?

Yes. They're having a great time.

Good. Well, I hope you're feeding
yourself properly.

You can always come here for something.

Thanks. But I manage OK.

It's only another week.

I've been wanting to say I enjoy the
music you play.

Oh, if you want me to turn it down, I...
We must disturb you.

I don't hear very much.

Alex gets very frustrated sometimes.

He wanted to be an Olympic swimmer, you
see.

He always apologises afterwards.

Brings me flowers.

Do you have a girlfriend?

One or two.

You don't seem very sure.

The next year you'll have your pig.

Oh, I know.

What sort of girls do you like?

Intelligent ones.

You're very good looking.

They'll be queuing up.

They used to queue up for Alex.

That's the last before he got married.

No, really, I've got to... No, it's
fine. I've got to go in here. I've got

homework.

It's fine. I can try the next door.

Actually, perhaps you'd better go.

Out the back.

Right. Drop in again.

Thanks for the beer.

Charlie, I'm sorry it had to come to
this.

When I was housemaster of Glencoe, we
won the James Leishman Cup, 11 years in

succession.

On these playing fields.

Many years to be proud of.

Of course, you've had your successes.

But what do they count for?

More than you give yourself credit for.

There's something you should know.

Rushton, come over here.

Sir? Who set you this?

Mr. Milligan, sir. How many circuits?

Six, sir.

Two to go.

What do you do, blow the gym up?

Yes, well, go on back.

Tell him I sent you.

Thank you, sir.

Run now.

Don't get off that lightly.

The first 11 pitch is to be developed.

What? For the girls' house.

And there's to be a dance studio and an
information technology wing.

Build? On the first 11 pitch? On this
pitch?

The school has to attract the sons and
daughters of the business community.

Not just here, but overseas as well.

It's part of the five -year plan.

I'll see the school burn to the ground
before it gives up its traditions. You

can tell the Board of Governors that.

Get up bed wetter

Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me? You'll see.

Where

am

I? Above the science block.

No one can hear you scream.

Stop, Jackson.

Stop.

So we've seen how Keynesian economics
enforce the demand side of the

macroeconomy.

How are unemployment and inflation
managed?

The solution is to control the level of
demand.

Sorry to interrupt.

I'd like to work with Mark Jackson.

Mark.

To achieve full employment without
permitting the excess demand, which

inflation.

Mark, I wondered if there was a tape of
Mr Fleming's last radio broadcast.

They're all on the shelves in the radio
library.

The last one was about monumental
inscriptions.

Gravestones. Where did you get that?

Just playing around.

Can you be more specific about where it
is, Jack?

It's in a red box marked Mr Fleming's
Fancy.

Programme number seven.

Thank you.

OK, you can go back into class.

Day by day, these inscriptions succumb
to pollution and Scotland's high

rainfall. While old parish registers can
be erratic and frustrating and

difficult to read, they can at least be
studied in warmth and comfort.

Those books in stone, on the other hand,
can lead the ancestor hunter into

dangerous territory.

I was once caught by the minister of a
small Argyle parish down on my knees...

Can't see this helping us.

I thought it might provide us with some
clues.

Oh, I found Frank Gordon through the
Alumni Association.

He's still alive.

He's 73, and for the past two years he's
been in a nursing home in Ayr.

We don't have anything to lose.

You'll never guess what he became.

A laughing teacher.

Mr Gordon?

I'm Detective Sergeant Reed.

This is Detective Constable Fraser.

We'd like to speak to you about your
time at Borderdown School.

Before the war?

Before the war?

Do you remember a master called
Svanziger?

Svanziger? He taught German and Latin.

O tempora, o moris.

Do you recognise this, Mr Gordon?

Could you translate that into English,
please, Mr. Gordon?

It would be a great help to us.

You like the sea?

I find it very relaxing.

Nature never did betray the heart that
loved her.

It is her privilege through all the
years of this our life to lead from joy

joy.

Have you seen this before, Mr. Gordon?

Cricket. I watched Len Hutton bat for 13
hours and 17 minutes against the

Australians. He helped them to their
first innings total of 903.

You won't play with that bat, you know.

Far too old.

Like me.

He may be old, but he's far from stupid.

He did 60 years to bury any conscience
he ever had about it.

He's not going to dig it up for us, is
he?

So what did Milligan do to you at school
that was so awful?

He picked on me because I was no good at
sport.

That it?

He pushed me in the deep end of the
swimming pool because I couldn't swim.

Well, I can't have been too traumatic.
You're still here.

OK. How's this?

You're 15 and you're made to stand under
a cold shower for half an hour because

you're not normal like all the other
boys. Or they all stand and laugh.

We went through similar things.

And you were bullied too?

I joined in.

Do you press your stew?

I was in the same year as Doug Fleming.

We were both Glencoe House prefects. It
surprises me that so many old Glencoes

are teaching at Borderdale.

Well, you never really escape your
school days, do you?

School has dragged back a lot of old
boys.

Charlie Brown, who was their housemaster
at the time.

Well, it was a bit like recapturing old
times.

Put things away quietly!

Yes. Under Charlie, Glencoe won the
James Leishman Cup.

Eleven years in succession.

Oh, what's that?

It's the prize for the house that does
the best all round at sports in the

It was named after a famous old boy.

A Glencoe, of course.

I understand you're now hostmaster of
Glencoe?

Yes. Sounds like master of ballantrae,
doesn't it?

Does this mean anything to you?

Um, I'm afraid Latin's not my subject.

It means this place is terrible.

It was written up when Mr. Fleming died.

Yes, well, I wish I could help.

If a boy wanted to leave the house after
lights out, how easy would that be?

Well, I can't talk for other houses, but
at Glencoe, I can assure you that

doesn't happen.

Assure me.

We have three very efficient house
prefects, an excellent discipline

a shield to prove it.

This shield.

Does it get nailed over the windows at
night to stop the boys from climbing

Mrs. Milligan?

Mrs Milligan!

You alright, Mrs Milligan?

Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?

Why don't you leave him, Mrs Milligan?

Please stay.

I really ought to...

Inspector. May I come in?

Sorry to butt in on your real activity.

After feeding 350 mouths, it's a
precious time.

I promise not to take up too much of it.

Take up as much as you like.

Some wine?

I'm teetotal.

I lived with a policeman.

I'd have given five years of my life to
hear him say those two magic words.

Where is he now?

We separated.

Made any progress?

Too many trees.

Can't see the wood?

Oh, thank you.

A popular master dies in a school where
they no longer teach Latin.

And yet the only clue is a Latin
sentence.

Speeds up rules out one of the boys.

Somebody planned it.

Meticulously.

Studied Mr Fleming's habits.

I'd seen him go into your fridge. Knew a
padlock could be fitted.

Have you seen anybody, a boy, a master,
looking round your kitchens, behaving

suspiciously?

This is a school.

Boys behave suspiciously all the time.

And some of the masters.

I came to you because you're not part of
the boys' club.

I'm glad you think that.

So what made you choose this job?

I thought it would be a challenge.

It was nearby.

I heard it advertised on a school radio
station.

I suppose you'd be too busy for any kind
of social life.

I had a social life once.

Now I just have a job to do.

You enjoy it?

Ever since I was a girl, it's what I
wanted to do.

Way to a man's heart.

Believe me, I tried that way and it
didn't work.

Maybe you just tried it in the wrong
man.

What can I do for you?

Can I talk to you, sir?

Yes, of course.

That's what I'm here for.

Sit down.

Right.

What's bothering you?

Oh, come on. You can talk to me.

I'm being bullied, sir.

Oh.

From within the house or outside?

Within, sir.

It's at night, sir. I just can't take it
anymore.

Have you taken these problems to your
house captive?

Neil Morrison should really be your
first port of call.

We don't want any bullying in Glencoe
House.

Not even a minor incident. But Neil
Morrison is in a much better position

am to deal with such matters.

Look at it this way.

Only a few more weeks till the end of
term.

When you come back, you'll be in the
sixth form.

Think about that.

Are you telling me not to rock the boat,
sir?

I sailed in her too, Mark.

She was a very different vessel in my
day.

The prefects had a secret court in which
they meted out discipline.

They weren't there to help the younger
boys like they are now.

Is that all you wanted to talk to me
about?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. Thank you very
much, sir.

Come on.

Open the door.

Stop fooling around. Let me out.

Well, there's your fossil.

Must have been quite a courtroom.

What's that?

Well, it looks like acid.

Do you know what's above here?

I believe that's the way into it.

It's part of the old school building
that isn't used anymore.

Not since the science block was rebuilt
in the 50s.

We had secret passages like this in our
school that were used for all sorts of

things. Don't think I want to know.

Really pornographic magazines, mainly.

At least, we thought they were
pornographic in those days.

What's this smell?

Chlorine gas.

And that's where it came from.

Somebody knew their chemistry.

And there's the phone straight down into
the science prep room.

Towel's still damp.

Whoever sat here probably wrapped these
wet towels around the face to avoid

breathing in the fumes.

Look.

How long has that been there?

Well, I've never been in this room.

This is part of Glencoe House.

You used to be housemaster.

In the old days, the prefect used it as
an unofficial court to punish

misdemeanours.

And as housemaster, you would never come
down here?

Well, in those days, the prefect had
autonomy.

Mr Fleming was a prefect.

Derek Halliday was a prefect, too, in
the same year.

Now, something connects them to this
room and to that.

The air in this room.

What?

Can we have a word, Mr. Milligan?

What a pad!

Fuck that subwoofer!

The old Glencore's, Mr. Milligan. Now
there's only one.

Coincidence. I don't believe in
coincidences.

Believe what you like.

I don't think this is the best place to
conduct an interview, Mr. Milligan.

Very good.

You know the better, right?

I do.

How many times?

Okay.

We were all old Glencoe's.

There are hundreds of old Glencoe's
scattered all over the world.

The odds against two of them being
murdered in the same school are pretty

You three were all at school together.

I was two years below them.

Do you know this room?

No. It was used as a prefect's court in
your day, Mr Milligan?

It was only the wimp sent down there.

You became a prefect two years later.

Some used the room. I didn't. Have you
ever seen that inscription before?

No. You know who carved it up there?

No. You must have heard about the things
that went on in that room.

You're the detective now, Fraser.

You work it out.

You're staying here till I tell you to
go.

If anyone can work all this out, you're
going to.

Now push your wheelchair back over there
or I'll do it.

Are you going to let him get away with
speaking to me like that?

Nice to see him enjoying his work.

If you can't find the boy responsible, I
will.

You seem very keen to blame it on a boy,
Miss Kennedy.

No outsider could possibly get into the
school unnoticed.

And a master certainly isn't
responsible.

A boy's an easy scapegoat.

One bad apple, throw it out.

Everything returns to normal next year.

Dad, if anything can return to normal,
Next year or any year.

You know, if you don't mind me saying
so, you seem less upset at the death of

colleague than you do about the future
of the school.

This is a big opportunity for me, Mr
Jordan.

My first headship.

A lot of people didn't want me to get
it.

How would you feel?

I'd feel that someone was out to
sabotage my plans for Borderdale.

How are you, Charlie?

Oh, better, thanks.

It's the air in that room.

Yes, I had a look in there myself.

Have you told the complete truth?

Jack, it's me you're talking to. I'm
talking to you as a friend, Charlie.

Not as a governor of the school, nor as
a policeman.

What kind of friend stabs you in the
back? If you know anything at all about

this, tell me.

Doug Fleming and Derek Halliday were
friends of mine.

Two of the old school.

They stood by me, supported me. They
weren't Judith's. I find it very hard to

believe that you never went into that
room in all your ten years as

It was out of bounds to the likes of us.
Out of bounds?

How can prefects make a place out of
bounds to masters?

The past is another country, Jack.

It's just the way things were.

Milligan's wife?

Not so loud.

Cool.

She just made all the advances.

She wants me to go and see her again
tonight.

Milligan's got private coaching.

And you.

Shut up. I don't need coaching.

I wish I could stay at your place.

I hate it here.

Well, you can't.

Anyway. You crump my style.

Davies aren't allowed in Glencoe House
after hours.

I invited her.

You know the rules.

They say weed killer's good for Davies.
Or they say shit's good for gardens. So

why don't you three go and lie down in
one?

Mr. Halliday told me what you said,
Mark.

You breathe one word to anybody else
about what happened in that room, and

you'll be next.

Let him go!

Let him go!

Immediately!

You three ought to be ashamed of
yourselves.

Call yourselves prefects.

Are you all right?

No.

You don't have to put up with that, you
know.

Nothing.

I went through the same thing at my
school.

Girls can be as bad as boys, believe me.

Really?

Is there anyone you can talk to about
it?

Why bother?

Nobody listens.

Now, I do appreciate your bringing it to
my attention, Miss Dixon, but I have

enough to contend with. I'm sure you
understand.

Mr. Brown, it's happened twice in front
of me.

I'll keep my eye on the situation.

I thought the purpose of having prefects
nowadays was so that they'd set an

example. Miss Dixon... Jam.

We've had two murders in this school.

If the press finds out there's rampant
bullying as well, they'll tear us apart.

I'm grateful for your information, and I
shall investigate it. I promise you.

Oh, that strawberry cheesecake you
produced on Wednesday was extremely

-watering.

You eat like they don't feed you in the
police force.

It's my first proper meal all day, I'm
grateful.

Don't be.

If you want a job in our station
quarantine, I could put a good word in

Maybe cooking for one weekend was
enough.

It was.

Was he violent as well?

Sometimes we put up with things because
we have no choice.

Sometimes we go into things knowing that
we have a choice.

I should have got out earlier.

It's not easy.

You must see a lot of violence in your
job.

You know.

What do you think's worse?

Those who inflict it or those who stand
aside and let it happen?

Morally, both are as guilty.

Why do you ask?

This is Radio Borderdale, voice of
Scotland's greatest school, broadcasting

the Glasgow area on 107 FM.

Your host is Mark Jackson, techno
twiddler is Ian Johnson, and this is

hour of jazz from Hoagie and the Handbag
Man, live and kicking off the romantic

number called Seventh Heaven.

Oh, my God. Alex.

Adam?

Robin, go.

Robin, get out of here!

You little shit!

Alex, stop!

Stop! Alex!

Please! Alex!

Just leave him alone! Get off me, you
nut!

Get out of my face! Get out, you
pathetic old runt!

Just leave him!

This song's for everyone out there who's
afraid right now.

Afraid of speaking up or speaking out.

Victims of oppression everywhere.

It doesn't just happen in foreign
countries. It happens at home, at

wherever people close their ears and
eyes and refuse to listen.

It's John Lennon's song, Imagine.

Imagine there's no heaven.

Be there if you try.

No hell below us.

Above us only sky.

Imagine all...

And no religion, too.

and left a fair amount of fibre about.

Why go to all that trouble?

They had to be the last words that he
ever saw.

If he understood them.

I think you recognise them?

Yes. These are my handcuffs.

It is so good to get them back again.

I'm afraid you won't have them back for
some time.

Why exactly did you keep handcuffs in
here?

I told you. They belong to my father.

He put those on Eddie Edwards, the
Gallagate murderer, in 1963.

Are you missing any paint, Mr Fulton? Or
brushes?

Black paint in particular?

No. Well, would you like to check?

Now I come to think of it, I did.

I did. I missed a pot of mat some time
ago.

How long ago?

About the time that the handcuffs and
the padlock went missing.

Do you think... Do you think someone's
trying to put the blame on me?

Why would anyone do that?

These boys, you know, they might come
from good backgrounds, but they can be

malicious.

Be that mind.

You're going to find out.

Sooner or later, you're going to find
out.

I'm not proud of what happened.

I have no concern to ask, Mrs Milligan.

Alex had every right to do what he did.

No man has that right.

I don't want to press any charges.

I just want him to know that I'm sorry.

We're sorry too, Mrs Milligan.

You know, I've been dead.

He was murdered at the school this
morning.

Have you spoken to Robin Mowat since
last night?

Did you see what time he left home this
morning?

Your husband was an old Glencore, Mrs
Milligan.

Like the two masters, they were killed.

Can you give us any clue as to why?

Do you mean I'm free of him?

I arrived at school at 8 .30.

I put my bicycle in the shed.

I went to the form room and on to
morning assembly.

And you went nowhere near the swimming
pool?

No. Were you aware that Mr Milligan was
in the habit of taking a swim every

morning? Yes.

And you definitely went nowhere near.

How could I have faced him after last
night?

You're not exactly lacking in courage,
Robin.

Sleeping with a teacher's wife.

That would have been unthinkable in my
day.

I never thought about it either.

I felt sorry for her.

Sorry enough to kill for her? He had it
coming.

I am returning to the school.

You, Fraser, are going back to the air.

Why, sir?

This message came for you.

I didn't know you played cricket.

I don't know.

You should take it up. It's a noble
sport.

Oh, the cricketer.

I trust I haven't dragged you from your
game.

You wanted to see me, Mr. Gordon.

That old cricket bat, you know?

It was his, Mr. Schwanziger's.

He made me write out 1 ,000 times... You

know what that means?

It's sweet and fitting to die for one's
country.

Unfortunately, arithmetic was not my
strong point.

999 times I wrote it out.

And he counted them.

What did he do?

20 strokes of the cane he gave me.

He put it down in the punishment book.
He always gave me more than...

I don't know why I annoyed him.

I think some people just do annoy
others.

But those 20 were the last straw.

Did you kill him, Mr. Gordon?

I'm not long for this world, but in the
next one, there mightn't be anyone to

tell.

It wasn't cricket, was it?

No.

It wasn't cricket.

After 58 years, I've unburdened myself.

You'll want me to sign something, a
confession.

I forgot my notebook.

But you must close the case.

Then I must take the consequences.

You've done what you wanted to do, Mr
Gordon.

Nothing to fear from the truth, Mark.

Now think of me as being in loco
parentis.

Mark, I know you're Robin's best friend.

Did you play any part in this?

I don't think so.

Did you ever go into that room above the
science block?

Did you?

To smoke, perhaps?

No. Have either of you ever been into
that room?

No.

Who are you afraid of?

The bullies who threatened to kill you?

What bullies?

Wallace, Morrison and Patterson.

Jan Dixon, your catering manager, gave
me their names.

They're prefects I appointed.

Morrison is house captain.

I told Mr Halliday, but he did nothing.

I told him. He took me into that room
and blackballed me.

Those marks I saw on your wrist, did
they tie them?

Did you carve that inscription above the
fireplace?

No.

The boys in the house.

They say it's been there a long time.

The police will want to speak to all
three of you.

Luckily, we have a few minutes.

I take great care in my appointments.

I'm the headmaster.

People expect it of me.

It was just a bit of ribbing, sir.

I will not have bullying in this school.
I will not have younger boys threatened

by those very people I appoint to set an
example.

Ah.

So you think the old dog has no teeth,
do you?

There was a time when I did.

You first, Morrison.

You can't do this, sir.

no boy tells me what i can or can't do
get over that desk this is against

the law sir oh perhaps you prefer
expulsion if you'll pick up that

i'll speak to each one of your parents

assume

the position

You wouldn't want to guess who he's got
in you.

He can't do this, surely?

Wallace, you next.

Assume the position.

No, sir.

Do as I tell you. You can't, sir.

Mr.

Brown! Mr. Brown!

Don't take them from me.

Don't...

Right, boys, we're outside.

I've just heard.

What's going on?

Charles.

I should have done it then.

Done what, Mr Brown?

When I was heartmaster of Glencoe, a
fourth former told me he was being

regularly by three other boys, two of
them prefects.

I should have stopped it.

But a few of us took bullying seriously
then. It was part of school life.

He was what we used to call a mummy's
boy.

Why his parents ever sent him to border
town, God knows.

Eventually they removed him from the
school.

What were the names of the bullies?

Douglas Fleming, Derek Halliday.

Alex Millican.

They used to lock him in that room.

God forgive me.

The name of the boy that was bullied?

John Chisholm.

He came from Montrose.

There'll be a photograph of him. There
are records kept of every boy.

I'll come with you.

He could be somewhere in this school.

How old would he be now?

42, 43?

Here we are.

John Joseph Chisholm, 1966 to 1969.

Do you recognise him?

Take a good look.

He'll be about 30 years older now.

I'm afraid I don't.

You wanted to see me about that roaming
Glencoe, Miss Kennedy.

Fill it up, Mr Fulton. I don't want any
pupils using it again.

Boys will always find a way.

Especially with girls coming to the
school.

Still, I'll see what I can do.

Luther here.

From now until the end of term, I shall
be acting as housemaster of Glencoe.

It'll be like coming home for me.

I want you all to know that if you have
any problems, you can come to me with

them.

Any problems at all.

Get on with your prep.

Thanks, sir. Thanks, sir. Thanks, sir.

Thanks, sir.

Thanks, sir.

Thanks, sir.

Thanks, sir. Thanks, sir.

Thanks, sir.

Heard you went back to see Mr Gordon?

He was totally incoherent.

I don't think it's a case we'll ever
wrap up.

Let's push the hair back further.

All right.

Thicker.

There could be charges, Charlie.

Well, until then, Jack, give me
something in the past I can be proud of.

I won't be a thorn in anybody's side for
much longer.

Bits of metal.

That's all they are.

Bits of metal.

The board may not let you stay on after
today.

Not even as housemaster.

Some whiskey, Jack.

Oh, just remembered.

Derek didn't drink it.

Do you think he'll mind us touching his
carrot?

I don't.

Funny how history repeats itself.

I believe it was Glutak who first
observed that.

You want my job, Jack?

I'd sooner run a mile, Charlie, than run
a school.

You know, there's something familiar
about that face.

Do you mind?

No.

Who's in there?

All right, there any boys in here show
yourselves

Why didn't you drink it?

It was meant for you.

Sir, where's Mr Brown?

Doing his round.

Why?

There's this boy.

Fraser, get over to Jan Dixon's cottage,
see if she's there.

I'll go with her.

No one did.

How long have you... When did you... Of
the operation?

Two years after I left here.

My uncle took me abroad. He paid for it.

Do you know what it was like?

Having a girl's thoughts.

A girl's emotions.

Almost a girl's body in a school like
this.

Nobody understood.

Nobody. You didn't understand.

My father didn't.

He sent me here to make a man of me.

Since leaving Waterdown, I've asked
myself who was to blame.

Them?

Me? You, Mr. Brown?

Me? I... Why?

I didn't have anything to... Who commits
the greater sin?

Those who do it or those who just stand
back and let it happen, like you?

How do you think I felt?

Night after night, term after term, and
you did nothing.

Nothing then.

I'm nothing now.

Why?

Why?

Whoever I was, I've always been a
person.

I've always had feelings.

But why now?

Fleming, Halliday, Milligan.

I heard them again, their voices on your
school radio.

You invited them back as masters. Why
did you do that?

Why?

After what they did.

It wasn't just bullying they put you
through, was it?

Some scars heal, Mr.

Brown. Mine won't.

I wanted to die.

I came to you for help.

How could you let them do it and still
do nothing?